because sometimes, photos are all we have

ive recently become obsessed with gathering old photos of my family thanks to my uncle's arrival to the states. he brought with him a slew of old photographs. ive only ever seen a couple family albums from way back when no thanks to our unexpected departure from iran, so needless to say, these old photos make me very happy.

i'm also on mission to find a photo of my great grandmother, who as its been told, rode horses, had long flowing hair, and lived on her own in the mountains (maybe that explains my obsession with all 3 aforementioned things). my great grandmother... the persian warrior.

mom and dad, Iran, pre-children

ali reza and baby chubs (me). i look like a fat chinese boy in most of my baby photos.

brother and i creeping on a peacock in england.